"We want you guys to have a good sleep too," said the middle one, the most savvy."Don't worry," she said. "We'll be fine. We should have power tomorro.... Have fun." Sure you won't join us?" the offering mother said. "We've got plenty of room." Positive," he said. "Thanks."They waved goodbye to the kids as they drove off in the minivan. "They'll forget about us as soon as they turn the corner," she said."Good."Except for a generator coughing its incessant death rattle one street over and several. " McCock considered momentarily."Go, but I still want the story on that yacht." The work on 413 is a lifted cleat. Don't know why but I did a Doppler probe – probably for the practice, I got an anomaly that I couldn't put down to that bollard. Took me half a day to locate it but the middle third of that deck is stress fractured. Once I got a cut it was easy. The apex of the stress area is where they bolt a power windlass and it spreads out and away from that bollard. Enough tension on that. We didn’t have time to fill it out. She took the papers and ran, including my notepad. By then, the lunch bell rang, and I didn’t want anybody to see us leaving the closet together, so I waited 5 minutes before I left. She did say that she would find a way to give it to us.”I reassure her, “I suppose there was nothing else you could do.”At the end of lunch, I walk Moira to her class and kiss her before heading back to my university studies in the library.As per my usual routine, I head to my. I had things in common with Mark beyond mere kinks. Mark croons an old swing love song that I have never heard before as he tumbles the vegetables into the wok. Even in my bitterness, I can’t help but smile. ‘Steph, could you get the wasabi and the soy sauce from the fridge for me, please?’ His voice is warm and presumes nothing but close friendship between us. Any ill-will I feel evaporates. ‘Sure,’ I move the wasabi from the fridge to the counter, then offer the glass bottle of dark soy.